A/N- I'm going to try and get these next few chapters out quickly- Merry early Christmas!

-S.

BPoV

It had been nearly a week since Rosalie had blown up at me, and my neck had healed up quite nicely. Carlisle was able to confirm that it was only heavily bruised, and that I didn't need any additional medical attention. That was good at least. It meant I didn't have to lie too excessively to Charlie. The story had been that I'd slipped and hit my head in the Cullens' kitchen after spilling a pot of water. No need to tell him that the damage wasn't to my head at all.

It was Friday night, and, being the good little student I was, I was doing homework. The reason behind my monotonous choice of activity was simply due to the fact that I was alone. Jasper and Emmett, who had returned from a short excursion into the woods, had finally dragged Edward out hunting with them. He was reluctant to go, on account of my new injury, but I convinced him, reminding him of my newly healed arm, and the lack of pain in my neck.

Alice was almost in the same boat as Edward, if it was possible for the pixie to brood over anything. She was angry at well, at a lot of things. She had decided, shortly after the disaster last Monday that she wasn't going to speak to Rosalie in a long time. Being immortal, I could only imagine how long she meant. And then of course, she had found a way to blame herself, in true Edward fashion, saying that she should have seen something coming.

Of course, I, on the other hand, had told her to lighten up, saying that it was implausible for her to see everything. She shook me off though, and I knew she hadn't taken my words to heart.

I sighed. I hated that things had to work out this way. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have been so naive as to think that everything was going to work itself out so quickly. It was illogical, and I knew it. But still, for Rosalie, someone I had taken to thinking about as a sister, to pull a complete one- eighty and try to murder me? That seemed a little out there, even for me.

Eventually, I found myself staring out the window, watching the raindrops slide down the pane of glass. Boring as it was, it was still better than homework. It escalated to the point where I could just barely make out the new drops, as it was getting so dark outside. Still, I found myself stuck there, with nothing else to do.

Dinner was cooked, and eaten, the dishes clean. I wasn't so sure what Charlie was doing, but I had a feeling it had to do with basketball. Some part of me thought it might be a good idea to go downstairs, and watch with him, if only for something to do, but I ignored it, knowing that the game wouldn't interest me.

At some point, while I watched the window, a pair of golden eyes appeared in it. As I moved closer to deduce which one of my vampires it was, I caught sight of dark, spiky hair atop their head. I made quick work of undoing the lock and opening the window for my sister.

Her eyes were wide and panicky as they sought out mine.

"I just saw," she started, and then stopped, trying to form a meaningful sentence I suppose. "You know that this was supposed to be the night you went to Port Angeles?"

I shook my head. My almost being a victim of gang rape had escaped my thoughts completely. In light of recent events, I wasn't surprised to note that; I was dealing with bigger things at the moment.

"The others, Angela, Jessica, Lauren, they still went out."

My eyes widened, thoughts jumping to the only other friend I had in this town. It seemed like now that Edward was saving me full time, Angela had taken my place as the town's resident danger magnet.

"Alice, what did you see?"

She sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, they don't have a vampire to save the day for them. I wasn't sure what you would want to do, but I figured that you should know."

"We have to help them!" I cried, throwing on my shoes and a jacket.

"Hey, hey," Alice started, stopping me from losing myself completely. "If you want to help them, we'll do it, but we are not just going to show up blind, without a plan."

I paused for a moment. An idea, not the best one, but an idea none the less, came to light. "What if things happened exactly like they did in the book?" I asked her, not waiting for a reply before continuing. "What if they fallowed me, not the others, and then you showed up and scared them off?"

She thought for a moment. "It isn't the best plan," she said, "but I don't think we'll have time to come up with a better one."

Thankfully, due to long shifts, Charlie was asleep by the time I left. Alice told me that it would be more efficient to forgo the car, especially mine, (I scowled at her obvious hatred of my truck), and so I found myself clinging to her back as she ran at lightening speeds through the woods to Port Angeles.

It was pitch black when we got there, and I knew that we were running out of time. As we headed towards the dark side of town, the side not intended for tourists, I noticed that we passed by La Bella Italia. With a quick glance, I noted that Jessica's car was still in the parking lot, and I told Alice to head straight for the other side of town.

It was eerily quiet once we made it past the throngs of bustling people. I realized, just as I had in the book, the lack of life here, the boarded up windows, the 'for sale' signs, the dirt and grime. It was like a scene in a horror movie.

I followed my actions from the book, exactly. Once we passed the strange shop that had somehow been labeled bookstore online, I tried to loop my way around, and get back to the people. When we could hear the sounds of the men headed our way, Alice pointed to an alleyway silently, and then, jumped to the roof above it.

God, I hoped this worked.

The men were boisterous and loud; they walked with swaying gaits, stumbling over each other's feet as they laughed. They were obviously drunk, or high, or maybe both. At any rate, they scared me. Before I chickened out, I moved ahead of them, walking quickly, head ducked like a victim.

When they saw me, they hollered louder, calling my things like sweetheart, and sugar. The sound of their voices made me shiver. I sped up, knowing there was no need, but still scared out of my mind. I did just what they had done with me in the book, herding them towards the alley. As I drew nearer to it, I grew frightened, not able to pick Alice's eyes out of the dark night sky.

I froze when my back hit the end of the alleyway. What now? Where could I go? I knew from the book, or maybe it was just common sense, regardless, I knew that fighting them off was not going to work. My eyes darted back up to the roof of the building adjacent to me, but it was still empty, void of life. What happened to Alice? She was supposed to be there, waiting to save me, and stop these criminals.

When it at last became apparent to me that I really was alone, that no one was coming to help me, a new plan formed in my mind. I stood tall, squaring my shoulders, and balling my hands into fists. It was a stupid plan, and I knew it, but it didn't look like I had any other choice.

"Oh come on, love," one of them jeered with a strong British accent. For a split second I froze, my mind conjuring up another time and place, when those words meant something different to me. His voice was soft and sweet, like velvet, not at all like the rough, lagging, drunken sounds of this man. The comparison scared me, and for the first time, I wondered if I would get to see the outcome of this when my vampire didn't come to save me. I shivered in fear, though the air was definitely brisk enough to cause sickness.

The British man sauntered forward, his dark appearance, clothed in all black with rather large muscles, eliciting another shiver from me. Without warning, he grabbed a hold of my arm, and yanked me toward him. I whimpered when he pushed my face towards his, jerking my neck too forcefully. He kissed me full on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of beer and whiskey. It made me gag.

When he realized that I was gagging into his mouth, he pushed me back roughly, enraged screams falling from his lips. My back hit the wall ending the alley and I slid to the ground. Maybe, if I was able to look passed out, or dead, they would leave me alone. After all, they were drunk past all reason.

With my eyes closed, I was unable to notice the difference in the atmosphere, that is, until I heard the screaming. Their cries were deep and masculine, throaty, and ragged. Obviously it had something to do with their intoxication. As silence covered the alley like a blanket, I wondered if it was safe to get up and leave. In my panicked state of mind, I had all but forgotten that it was implausible for these men to suddenly up and leave me here.

Opening my eyes a crack, I was met with dark crimson irises. I screamed.